In That Room

The true tale of my trip to the hospital where they almost committed me. Enjoy.

 

Just one little comment,

Sent me into a world of torment.

Paint chipped from white walls,

Passing through identical halls,

To a room.

 

A tiny room, connected to two others,

One containing a boy & his mother.

The other a man, unclothed & drunk,

The door closed behind me, with a solid clunk.

In that room.

 

The man kept on staring at me,

I asked to move so that he couldn't see.

They said no, I asked them why,

They never bothered to reply.

In that room.

 

Their gaze was demeaning & judgmental,

They looked at me like I was mental.

Just for one little slip of my tongue.

Sticky hospital air filled my lungs.

In that room.

 

I remembered what my boyfriend told me,

About how they treat you, what they'd do to me.

I tried to keep my eyes dry,

I didn't want them to see me cry.

In that room.

 

My mother sat near me, white as a ghost,

I stared at the walls, what I hated the most,

Was the silent sentence inflicted on me,

Though they said I was free, I couldn't leave.

In that room.

 

The doctor finally came to see us,
To the other room, away from the man, I rushed.

Glad to have something solid to protect me,

As I waited for the doctor to inspect me.

In that room.

 

I put a smile on my face,

Hoping it would get me out of this place.

I told them everything they needed to hear,

So they'd have no reason to keep me here.

In that room.

 

They believed my lie & let me go,

No one else will ever know.

What I saw & what I feel,

The nightmares they tell you about are real.

In that room.

 

Now I sit awake at night,

My breath comes quicker with my fright.

I dream of it still, the terrified screams,

The blank, staring eyes still haunt my dreams.

In that room.

 

Written By,

Elizabeth McClure

(copyrighted)

Reviews

[Sunrise]

Elizabeth,
Thanks for giving me your writers cafe address. I decided to try it out too and will soon add some poems I've written. This one "In That Room" is kind of scary. Are you writing from personal experience? The message you're trying to deliver does make quite an impact, the way you express your feelings is very well thought out and it rhymes so well. I rarely am able to write poems that rhyme. I hope you are okay. Love, Aunt Meg

[Dawn]

That room can be a scary place hun, but sometimes we also need to be there, to get better.

A well written deep felt poem.

Dawn